GHINI (feat. Real Slummy)

I'm in the Ghini Lord have mercy

Late night calls you free when I'm lurkin'

See it now baby whatever the perks is

See it now baby can tell when you hurtin'

But don't get it twisted, I'm not for the lovin'

Only the workin' PM to Morning

Legs in formation I'm there for the takin'

We can have fun invite all your best friends

You can say I'm a dog, but you knows there's no leash

Its no read in between

I can read all your needs

If it wasn't for you I'd be running the streets

I can flex on your next, we can play for the keeps

Used to the dubs, we can play for the sweeps

Yeah.. Okay like

Used to the dubs, we can play for the sweeps

Bass be boomin' when a young **** pull up

12s on the speaker the neighbors be shook up

Stars in the ceiling I tell you to look up

The look in your eyes I can tell that it's wassup

Telling these hoes to shut the fuck up

All of my needs is right in my cup

Kirko the bang It's drank and I'm stuck

All of my days like I'm Hov and they faces

All of my hoes got beautiful taste

Cliqout for thirst, easy to cake

Easy to bake like an oven that's fake

Running the base best to get out my way, like

Like fuck out my face I got money to make

Fuck out my face I got bread to spread

All my guys did the shit that they said

I ain't sleeping on bitches, I done put 'em to bed

Ima rock on that boat like what baby girl said, like

Said like, said like, yeah

I said we connect like we satellite

What time you get off? We can grab a bite

Ain't know I was this hard till I grabbed the mic

And the way I ball out like I'm Kin to Mike

Fourth of July, girl you dynamite

The way that you pop it, girl, pop it right

After that prolly callin' me papi

Young rich Migo like Ted Dibiase

I like sippin' that lean, she like Molly

I like sippin' that lean, she like Molly

They movin' two-faced like they Miley

Probably fucked on a Kendall and Kylie

The next morning I woke up hungover and then I looked over I fucked a Beyonce

She want me hit every week like a parlay

My homies smokin' more weed than a Marley

Know I sound good, I said thank you to Monte

(Thank you to Monte)

Gold on my neck but I want the diamantes

Fuck the whole game, man an fuck being modest

I talk my shit cause I know they'll rewind it

(Talk my shit)

I know I'm the shit ain't no need to remind me

Pop my own shit ain't no reason to style me

Own everything get the fuck off the property, Slum